I accomplished absolutely nothing this weekend. Unless you count catching up on my blog, chauffeuring the girls around and hanging out at The Village.
For too many years I let life drag me around, skewing my priorities, telling me to do this and do that so my world doesn't implode. And then it all kind of imploded and nothing really bad happened. In fact, I'm starting to believe things are going to be so much better than they've ever been because I'm learning to let go. (I've sung the chorus of the Frozen theme song plenty of times in my head!)
I also have daily FB reminders like this one that mostly just go in one ear and out the other but sometimes stick with me and make me think:
So this weekend we watched a cute toddler, had Street Tacos at The Village (twice!) and went bowling at Big Als. It was lovely. And at the end of the day Gloria told me I'm the best mom ever. And I think she meant it. And I love that I have this relationship with my teenage daughter.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
So. . . things are changing. Things have changed. Mostly past tense. I'm working on taking the crazy out of my beautiful life. I'm almost at the end of a very long, somewhat painful chapter. Maybe even at the end of the book. I'm tired but not defeated. I'm slowly working through the regrets and finding the blessings. I know I have plenty of them but I haven't been able to see them very clearly. And since you have to start somewhere, I started with my front yard. All things considered, it's not too bad. It's just been neglected for years and years and years. Like so many other things in my life. So I hired a landscaper. Here are the after and before pictures (I put the after picture first because it's so much prettier!):
It really is time to stop looking back and move into the future. I think it's going to be a whole new book.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
This particular destination was Halfw*y, OR for a little festival in the middle of nowhere. . .
We pulled into a small space where we were met by a crew who had no idea what they were in for. . .
It was great to have help but I always feel sorry for the volunteers that somehow expect this to be fun. It was so labor intensive that the organizer of the event who hired us wasn't able to make it to the opening musical act on Friday night. We didn't actually have any bands until Saturday but our stage next to the second stage was a bit of a contrast:
We had four bands on Saturday and everything went very smoothly. I had been fighting a cold for several days and it was progressively getting worse.
Meanwhile in Boise, Jamie helped Kurt a little bit with Art in the Park. Another one of my favorite events. . .
The town was very cute and very hospitable. They made us feel very welcome.
The middle two bands were all people we've worked with before so that was nice. . .
By the time the last band was on I was cold and miserable. My cold was worse and I knew we had a long day ahead of us taking all of this down. . .
On the bright side, they put us up in a lovely old barn that had been turned into a comfy loft. I could see myself living in a place like this:
Our crew returned to help us tear down with much less enthusiasm than when we pulled up but they hung in there until the last stick of truss was loaded and we were hitched up ready to pull away.
It was a nice little festival but I didn't enjoy it. It was a very long drive home over winding roads and steep hills. I was pretty happy to fall into my bed and stay there for the next 24 hours. . .